My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1122

Disappointment sank into Kristopher’s gut like a stone. He exhaled sharply, shoulders slumping, and trailed the officer to the patrol car. Tomorrow, he thought. There was always tomorrow.

At the Morrison family’s sprawling estate…

Carrie barely stepped through the door before her family swarmed her. The IV needle was tugged free from her arm, and a cluster of family doctors hovered, their murmurs blending into a low hum.

“I am fine, really,” Carrie said, her voice soft but fraying at the edges. She cast a pleading glance at the ambulance doctor, silently begging for help.

The doctor caught her look and stepped forward, raising a hand to quiet the room. “We have completed all necessary checks. Ms. Campbell requires rest, nothing more.”

He handed a crisp examination report to the family’s physicians.

After scanning the document, one of the family doctors nodded. “Indeed, rest is all she needs.”

guided Carrie toward

usually a haven of space, felt stifling with everyone packed

“Carrie, are you hungry? Name anything—our chef can whip it up, or I will have your favorite restaurant

chin, snapped his fingers. “We have sleep aids in the house. I will ask the maid to fetch them. You can rest properly after

outdone, Arion leaned forward, his voice earnest. “Carrie, just say the word, and I will get

but exhaustion dulled her ability to respond. She

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struggle, stepped in, his tone calm but firm. “Grandpa, let us not overwhelm her. Carrie’s clothes reek from that garbage truck. Someone should help her

attentive, offered, “I will stay

shook her head, her voice quiet but resolute. “I appreciate it, but I would rather sleep alone for now. I rest

unfazed. “Fair enough. I will have the kitchen prepare porridge. Even if you do not feel like

right,” she conceded, her shoulders

“Bring a variety of bath products—something to wash away that garbage truck